Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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Page 119
... things still unexpectedly have run , As ' t please the Fates , by their resistless force : Lastly , mine eyes ... Things How many paltry , foolish , painted things , That now in coaches trouble every street , Shall be forgotten , whom no ...
... things still unexpectedly have run , As ' t please the Fates , by their resistless force : Lastly , mine eyes ... Things How many paltry , foolish , painted things , That now in coaches trouble every street , Shall be forgotten , whom no ...
Page 136
... things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . Sonnet 95 How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which , like a canker in the fragrant rose , Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name ! O ! in ...
... things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . Sonnet 95 How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which , like a canker in the fragrant rose , Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name ! O ! in ...
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... thing , In whom love wrought new alchemy . For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness , From dull ... things , draw all that's good , Life , soul , form , spirit , whence they being have ; I , by love's limbeck , am ...
... thing , In whom love wrought new alchemy . For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness , From dull ... things , draw all that's good , Life , soul , form , spirit , whence they being have ; I , by love's limbeck , am ...
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